|NOT FAR FROM HOME. PULLED FROM THE SEA WHERE IT SANK DURING A BATTLE IN 1578.|
GLAD WE DIDN'T DRAG IT ALONG WITH US.
Remembering Thing 1 and Thing 2 (and even Thing 3) in Sevilla (click here and here for that story), we were prepared (we thought) for anything. What we hadn't expected was a warm greeting, a charming visit, and an easy process. At City Hall, we registered as residents of Fuengirola (and the Province of Málaga).
|PLAZA DE ESPAÑA AND THE FRONT OF THE AYUNTAMIENTO (CITY HALL).|
|THE BACK DOOR (ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE ZOO).|
We then had to go to the National Police a few blocks away to update our residency cards. We were given an appointment to return this morning, which went perfectly, and we'll go back in 30 days to pick up our new cards. We were treated well by every staff member as was every other visitor (no matter how annoying, obnoxious, confused, or uncooperative. We, of course, were charming and gracious... and very cooperative.
|NATIONAL POLICE. A FRIENDLY PLACE... AS FAR AS WE KNOW.|
During this morning's process, the officer at the desk wanted Jerry to place his finger on the scanner so she could get a new print. She didn't speak English and was very shy. Instead of telling Jerry in Spanish to place his index finger on the scanner, which neither of us had noticed (the scanner, that is, not his index finger), she simply held her finger up in the air. Being so very cooperative, as I mentioned in the preceding paragraph, and having absolutely no clue what she was pointing at, San Geraldo laughed and stuck his finger in the air as well. That broke the ice and our once-shy bureaucrat seemed to enjoy the rest of our visit. We have to go back in 30 days to pick up our new cards. So, we're covered until mid-2014 when our residency is up for another two-year renewal.